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“It’s not about winning, Owen. Don’t think about it like that. Think of tonight as a possibility. Who knows, maybe the girls will surprise you and you’ll end up having a good time?” my father says, hopeful.
Yeah, doubtful.
Still, somehow I manage to offer him a smile, to which he reciprocates with a light tap on my back.
“That’s my boy. I’m proud of you, Owen.”
“It’s just a date, Dad. Not a marriage proposal.” I instantly cringe at the idea.
We both walk out of the room, my mom and our guests already standing in the middle of the foyer waiting on us.
“All good?” my mother asks expectantly.
“I should say so,” my father answers. “Now, how about we go and fetch our young men here their dates?”
“About damn time. I hate being tardy,” Vera mumbles, giving me the evil eye as she hurriedly rushes to the door.
“Your grandma is a real peach, Price. Ever tell you that?” I snarl as I follow my parents out the door.
“She’s the only family I have, Turner.” He shrugs despondently. “So you’re cool with this shitshow now?”
“What can I do? One night won’t kill me.”
“The jury is still out on that one for me. Sierra’s peacock attitude grates on my nerves.”
Before he’s able to take another step, I fling my arm across his chest, stopping him.
“Wait… Just wait up. You’re Sierra’s date?”
“Yep. And you’re Colleen’s. Ain’t life just fucking grand?” he mutters sarcastically.
Fuck.
Of course, I’d get stuck with the Ice Queen.
Fuck my life.
This is going to be one long ass night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Colleen
I try not to fidget where I stand, letting my mother’s gaze scrutinize me from head to toe.
“Doesn’t Colleen look absolutely gorgeous, Momma?” Sierra coos, her smile so wide it splits her face in two.
With my head held high, I don’t give my mother an inkling with how her stare is making my very skin crawl. My mother is known for not suffering fools and right now, to her, I look like I’m about to join the circus.
Why did I do this to myself?
I knew this was a bad idea, and yet I let my impulses take charge and I just ran with it. I’ve never been reckless or as impulsive as Sierra, but tonight I just let myself get carried away in the thought that for one night I could be anyone else but me.
Where the fuck was my head?
“Well…” she drags the word out, flipping her tongue in distaste, “it’s too late for you to change now. Ferguson just announced that our guests have arrived.”
At the mention of my mother’s lackey, aka butler, saying that we have people in the house, my shoulders square tensely.
